Reliving
When I was kid, I read constantly. A lot of what I read was fantasy or science-fiction, but I read all kinds of stuff. I’d stay up late, reading with a flashlight, I’d read in class instead of doing my schoolwork, etc. One of the most influential books in my childhood was Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time. So, yesterday, I went out and got a copy so I could reread it. Last fall, I finally found a copy of A Heart to the Hawks, and it lived up to the memory. I was concerned that maybe Wrinkle wouldn’t. I was wrong. I read 180 pages of it last night (about 80%) and would have finished it if She Who Must Be Obeyed hadn’t griped about the light still being on (since she gets up at 5:30am or something awful like that). I’ll finish it tonight and move on to the others.
